Gong Jue knew what a period was.
Wasn't it a magical phenomenon where women bled every month and didn't die?
However, Gu Qiqi only had a faint fragrance and a faint herbal scent on her.
There was no smell of blood at all.
"Woman, are you lying?"
Gong Jue's eyes sank. His big palm tugged at her small pair of panties.
Gu Qiqi clasped her legs nervously.
If Gong Jue stuck his finger in, she would be exposed!
Her face flushed red. "What's there to lie about? My family owns a hospital. I come into contact with herbs all year round. My blood also has the smell of herbs!"
Gong Jue glanced at her suspiciously.
That was true.
Just now, she insisted on not letting the doctor treat the wound on the back of her hand. In the end, he had no choice but to disinfect and bandage it for her personally.
Indeed, she had lost so much blood, but there was no obvious smell of blood.
Perhaps… her period was the same?
